Monthly Archives: January 2013

Piping Up

What is happening, Is anything? Yes, but what is is almost too strange to put a finger on, as though wild sights could come not through just the sensible quintet of gateways but from too the inside of the fortress, … Continue reading

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The Boys in the Band, Unabandonable

Written for an English class in the fall of 2011. I really like the first paragraph but find the final sentence laughably lurid. An easy yet rare way to dismiss the typical claims that cheese, wine and other expensive liquors … Continue reading

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Richard Wright – Native Son

Edgar Allan Poe is arguably the master of macabre fiction but a pretty reasonable counterargument is that for however well-crafted and atmospheric his stories can be they are written too baroquely and archly to truly capture the horror of the … Continue reading

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Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Maybe sometimes a simple economic argument can be used to determine an artwork’s worth: for the amount of time spent with it, how much was gained in terms of interesting ideas or other feelings or inspiration. Then something as short … Continue reading

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Suffocating Attachment

A paper written on Othello for an English class in spring 2012. The long standby defense for rapists is that the woman was “asking for it:” provocative accentuations of her figure by her chosen clothing incited the natural impulses of … Continue reading

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William Gibson – Burning Chrome

The characters in William Gibson’s fiction are essentially either ciphers or stock character sketches, depending on how you want to read them – describing them in terms of genre-fiction-cinema imagery (noir, Western, mob, etc.) implies the latter, but postmodern theory … Continue reading

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Damned Dirty Ape

Copping a feel, a vile 2013ager who regretfully survived the apocalypse with a perennial All Years’ Resolution: Take, Dominate, Coerce, Humiliate. Even my distant autistic cousin with a history of violence will stop touching if you ask; he lacks that … Continue reading

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